Barrow Fields Such a strange haunting place

somewhere beneath the vastness of his corded beard, there was a fond smile.

"slah-vooy." the man dragged out his name for the convenience of her accent. amalia.

he stretched his forelegs and back, yawning, pink tongue briefly extending past the cords of his face. smacking his gums, slavuj again set his head down, inspecting her gemstone gaze trough his bangs.

"say, ah-malia." he let the name shape his lips.

"vhat has braught yeau here?"